Every second, every minute,
A new chain of thoughts on me.
A blast, from the past,
Or hallucinations, amass.
Chill too much or, no chill at all,
My mood uncertain, sung around.
Affecting myself, everyone around,
Straight face, or smile alot.
It’s not, Monday blues,
It’s not, temporary.
It’s, the beginning,
To my emotional, war.
Cry, for a moment,
Laugh, the very next minute.
Some might, find it scary,
Or nothing happened, one might seem.
I sense, time and again,
Foolish, I am proving myself.
what the world dictates, till I forget,
I know, I will keep fooling myself.
rskoshe 
Absolutely.
Can relate…Well said.
Feelings well put dear ..so much to resonate!